“Interim iugulentur homines, ne nihil agatur.”
I should be honest with myself here. I don’t really care much anymore about this site. It’s too bad. I have some funny stories on here, and people still visit it, according to statistics I don’t even want to know how they are gathered. I don’t really feel like ranting about web standards or design anymore. Sure, this thing is still a soapbox. Still my pedestal. I got it years ago, and it’s still clearly recognisable as a pedestal, but I don’t feel any performance urge anymore.
Not that the artist has died, or that the audience left. Just that the podium doesn’t feel right for me anymore. I started this blog exactly to rant about things, mainly design and standards, and, well, it did get me places. And thanks to all of you who made that possible. I did get places, absolutely. How much use is a soapbox labelled “ranting” worth, however, when you don’t rant anymore? When all you do is tell people long-winded short stories? I guess that doesn’t matter. I feel less at home here than I used to.
For the sake of clause completeness, I will not say I’m killing this site or leaving it behind forever. I might return, but I shall not bear the green robe that has graced this web presence for so long now, or the orange and the grunge before it. When I return, I will return with different intentions and a different face. For further reading, I refer you to my other faces: my twice-a-week photoblog, my short-form blog and my Flickr photo stream.
Thank you. It has been a good reign, but it has to end sometime. For now, stay strong, grow stronger, remain excited, do your things and do them well.
Like so many people, I could go on and on about what has happened to me in the past year. My successes (plenty, of course), my failures (o so few, natch) and my other assorted activities. But no one cares and no one should. Even worse: resolutions. Just do it. Don’t use a change of yeary digits as an excuse. Just make change happen.
So how was 2007 for your author? Quite dandy, thanks. I would much rather point you to ongoing things instead of talking about what has ended. For example, a maecenate-ish photography project, my frequently-updated photo stream on Flickr or perhaps this thing I’m attending.
YMMV. Happy New Year and good luck doing stuff or something.
A collection of things that are on my mind.
Intangible yet “true”?
What is it with the sub- or unconscious that makes people so divided? Not that Freud and Jung were trying to polarise with their publications, but it’s a pretty basic premise: either it is of importance, or it isn’t. A halfway solution is unknown to me, not because I am dense but because it is a fundament for those who say it is. I am sure there has to be some way to put things to words in a way that is relatively neutral, implied or not.
Just say no.
The trained mind
When I was walking through the rain a few weeks ago, I spotted an amazing sight. When I turned my path into the setting sun, the streets reflected the sky so brightly. The tragedy in this was, as I was walking there, I couldn’t help but shake off the ideas I had to “use” it: to make it a video, photograph it, draw it, think up a soundtrack for it.
Adjust, always. Then, relax
I have a typewriter. It makes you deal differently with language. I am considering writing poetry and a short story with it, for that very reason. I recommend that you try out stuff in a slightly different way to see how it can change stuff. Even writing with a thicker or thinner pen will do that.